The Election

Thunder and lightning last night I got up stood on the terrace I like the streaks of light across the dark sky the noise of Thor´s hammer sounds like Portland a restless night. I love the spectacles of lightning on the sky it is dangerous truthfully, to be hit by one flaming arrow and made into a melting rainbow, not a bad way to go. Then came the rain. We have been waiting for the final result of the election it drags on and on, much ado, but the puzzles have to fit before order descend like drizzle upon a parched land.